[If there's one thing that separates the SOLDIER boys, it's their heavier footsteps in those thick-soled shoes, and Tifa could hear him enter the room between the quieter beats of the song. She doesn't pause, nor does she falter in the notes, continuing to play as if she hadn't noticed him come in.
And just as she hits the last of the notes and lets the tone fade, she speaks up, eyes still closed and a soft, relaxed smile gracing her lips.]
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And just as she hits the last of the notes and lets the tone fade, she speaks up, eyes still closed and a soft, relaxed smile gracing her lips.]
A standing ovation? You shouldn't have.